"Just like that, the lying child was eaten by the wolf. When he shouted "Wolf is coming!", the villagers thought that the child was playing a prank again, and no one came to save him. ---In
In the wolf's belly, he regretted the lie he told, and he still cried until the moment he died completely."
Arthur closed the book: "End of story."
"Ugh..." Xiao Ha looked at the King of Knights dissatisfied.
"What's wrong? I've finished telling you the story of [The Boy Who Cried Wolf]. Why don't you go to bed yet?"
"But, this story is not true at all ---" Xiao Ha vomited fiercely: "Why is that child still crying after being eaten by a wolf? He is already dead."
"...Well...can't you stop being so picky?" King Arthur immediately became depressed. Modern children are not easy to coax at all, they are too smart.
"But, isn't this just a story to persuade people not to lie? It itself lies ---"
The King of Knights struggled to explain: "Well, this is a fable, and the way the story is told is a bit exaggerated---literary works are like this, you know---"
He felt like he wanted to find out the person who originally wrote this story and beat him up.
"Hmm..." Xiao Ha still looked dissatisfied.
"Hey, kid." The Knight King touched the dog boy's head and said, "Don't worry too much about it, okay? It's your bedtime now. Go to sleep. If you have a chance, uncle will tell you another story."
.But now---let me sleep!"
"Okay..." The little dog man used his two dog paws to pull up the quilt and cover half of his face. He forced himself to close his eyes: "I really want daddy to come and tell Xiaoha
story."
"Where is your father?"
"...Mommy said, daddy is far, far away. We will never meet again." Xiao Ha whispered.
"You will see your father again. If you always be an honest and kind-hearted good boy, your father will definitely come to you again." King Arthur persuaded: "Santa Claus will fulfill your wish--"
"Who is Santa Claus?"
"Uh... I'll tell you later." King Arthur was afraid of the trouble of explaining, so he quickly avoided the question. He gently stroked the dog-man boy's forehead and used hypnosis.
Xiao Ha muttered a few times and finally fell asleep under Arthur's hypnosis.
"Huh. It seems that I learned this trick from Merlin, and it was indeed a wise decision." Wang was still worried, so he stood up gently and moved away from Xiao Ha. If he woke up Xiao Ha, he would have to coax him to sleep again.
Difficult.
Wang tiptoed back to his room and walked to his bed in the dark.
Under the moonlight, the King of Knights saw a book on the bedside table, a book that was so worn that it was almost weathered.
"Are you studying this "Secret Book of Holy Sword War" again?" The King of Knights asked in a low voice knowing that his wife was still asleep.
"Arthur, don't go to the Eastern Dark Continent." Greenville lay on the bed with her back to the king: "The Holy Grail may be anywhere in the world, but it will never be hidden in the Dark Continent. This trip is too dangerous.
As a king, you should not put yourself in danger."
"Hmm..." The King of Knights agreed casually and reached out to touch the old ancient book. There were piles of manuscripts next to the book, which were the fruits of Greenwell's years of trying to decipher the codes in the ancient books.
However, despite her efforts, the clues were still broken. Because of the missing pages, the key issue - the location of the Holy Grail - is still undetermined. (enight)." Greenwell murmured, that was the key to deciphering the ancient book.
The only clue found during the password: "What the [Land of White Night] refers to, we still can't figure it out in the end. However, the Land of White Night definitely does not refer to the Eastern Dark Continent. There is only death and despair in the Dark Continent, absolutely
There is no way the Holy Grail is hidden."
"Do you really think so?" King Arthur took off his shirt, lay down on the bed, gently put his hand around his wife's waist, and persuaded in the sweetest voice he could: "Over the years, we have been in Europe, Africa,
I have searched every corner of Antarctica and even the Arctic Ocean, but there is no trace of the Holy Grail. The only possibility left is the Dark Continent. How will you know if you don't try?"
"So you don't understand---" the queen cursed softly.
The King of Knights sighed again: "Greenville... let me go there. Since the crab people of Nanliang Kingdom can survive in the dark continent for thousands of years, that land is probably not as big as you imagined.
Despair. The Holy Grail may have been taken away by the people of the East during the war at that time, and it is still sleeping in a corner of the Dark Continent."
Logically speaking, it is possible.
Even though the king said this, the queen's heart was still full of uneasiness.
"If..." After all, she is just a woman. Even if she is the queen of a country, she is still just a woman.
"What should I do if you just leave and never come back?" Like all women, she was full of worries about the future and full of uneasiness about her husband's words and deeds.
---As if her husband would disappear forever at any moment.
The most important thing in her life is a stable life. She may not want glory or wealth, but she can't bear that her man goes out on adventures while she stays alone in the boudoir.
"Everything will be fine," the King of Knights said optimistically. Even if he is the king of a country, he is just a man.
As a man, he thinks exactly the opposite of what a woman thinks: "I am stronger than anyone else and more ruthless than anyone else. I have the most loyal subordinates and the most advanced equipment. I will definitely be safe during this trip."
Since he is a man, he is destined to have an adventurous nature.
What's in front of you is the dragon's pond and the tiger's den, but what's waiting behind you is your lovely wife. Choose one of the two, and a real man will choose the former.
He can abandon the country and the beauty, but he cannot abandon the enthusiasm to explore unknown things.
The essential differences between men and women caused a crack in the relationship between this couple that was supposed to be extremely sweet.
"Okay, just go." Greenville was angry, and her worries immediately turned into a curse: "It's best to go and don't come back. Forget it, die in the Dark Continent."
Women are like the sea, ever-changing. One second they are as tender as water, with a bird clinging to them, and the next second they become angry, causing violent storms and huge waves thousands of feet high.
"Greenville..." Arthur wanted to say something else.
"Don't touch me!" But the queen angrily threw away King Arthur's hand and refused to let the king get closer: "It's night, I'm asleep."
"Then...Okay. Good night." King Arthur, who was originally looking forward to some sex, couldn't help but be disappointed. He got into bed, sighed, and closed his eyes.
At the same time, in a small hotel on the outskirts of Edinburgh.
The old man walked towards the basement, with the werewolf following closely behind.
The basement was dark, damp, and full of musty smell. But the incense that the old man ordered for the spirit summoning ceremony rushed in the moment the basement door was opened, dispersing a lot of the musty smell in the basement.
When the smell was no longer so unpleasant, the werewolf let go of his hands covering his nose.
Landlady Senezel also came to a stone wall at the end of the basement.
The gray and faded walls are full of mottled rust, which comes from slightly leaking water pipes on the upper floor of the house.
Knock, knock. The old man groped around on the wall, knocked, and finally found the mechanism and stuck his fingers into the two small holes in the stone wall.
Click, click, click! The sound of mechanical activity began to come from the stone wall. It should have been in disrepair, but the gears inside turned very smoothly, making a coordinated clenching sound---this secret door
Does the door seem to be used frequently?
The mechanism in the stone wall turned dozens of times, moving the entire stone wall to one side. A closer look revealed that although the secret door was old, it was an ingenious design - the old rusty iron gears were hidden.
It is very deep and away from moisture and air corrosion, allowing the door to still work as usual after so many years.
It is impossible to find out who built these institutions and when. Bedivere could only think that this should be related to the ancient religion that the old man believed in - Druidism.
After the secret door was fully opened, what appeared in front of the two people was a seemingly endless secret passage leading to the ground. Since the candlestick in the old man's hand did not provide good lighting, how deep was this secret passage?
Far away and impossible to understand.
Seeing the endless darkness in front of the secret passage, the werewolf flinched a little. If Senezel had evil intentions and deliberately lured Bedivere into such a ghostly place where he could not see his fingers, the werewolf would not have enough life to die.
Is it really okay to rush into such an unknown place without knowing whether the other party is a friend or an enemy?
After simply seeing through the werewolf's doubts, old man Senezel smiled disdainfully: "I'm going to move forward. Whether you want to follow or not is up to you. But I have to explain it to you first---De is ahead of me.
The secret gathering place of Rui Cult, please pay attention to your words and deeds there, especially tonight---this [Night of Soul Calling]."
"Is there...is there anything that needs special attention?" the werewolf asked in a low voice.
Senezel's landlord thought about it and said: "Strong light and noise are strictly prohibited. You'd better not turn on the light, and you'd better control your mouth and don't shout too loudly... That's all."
"
"That's all?"
"Well, it's strictly forbidden to make a stink." The old man suddenly added: "---Don't fart. If you fart, hold it in as much as possible."
"Cough---" I don't know if the other party was joking. The seriousness of the conversation was completely destroyed by this sentence. The werewolf suppressed laughter and lowered his voice and said: "Okay, I won't let it go. I'll hold it in until I die."
"Then---" Old Senezel had already taken the first step towards the stone steps of the secret passage.
After several hesitations, Bedivere followed the old man quietly. Although his heart was still full of uneasiness, things could not progress if he stood still.
Even though he knew that there might be a trap ahead, the werewolf young man had no choice but to walk.